Happening
Polka dotsAnd searing knives
Twisted, snarled, and
Upset lives.
Bringing forward
Then again
Life is swift
in chains, I'm in.
Chiming in
The dead of night.
Looking to
A day of fright.
What is this
And what is that.
Rabbits are not
In the hat.
Being still
And now and then
Walking foward
And again.
3-19-09
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